Let Me Be Your Anti-Depressant

Ready For Hell

I carved little stars into my English notebook as I waited for everyone to get done with the notebook assignment. Seriously, it's one simple question. How long does it take for these idiots to understand it? The question that always causes the biggest uproar in the entire world, since the beginning of time: Cats or dogs?
Cats. Obviously. I'm not even gonna get into it. I wouldn't waste my breath on people's silly attempts to justify dogs. I mean, I love dogs but not as much as cats.
As the whole class started screaming out their answers and almost killing someone who didn't agree with them, I sat back and stared at the only other person in the room not throwing around insults.
Jenny Matthews. The, in my opinion, most interesting person in the whole school. She always has this blank look on her face but her eyes show different kinds of problems that constantly fill her brain, she draws things into the school desks, and as soon as she gets done with some project, she makes a little paper crane. I've counted and she's made somewhere around 80 of them this year.

      We've never really talked, even though I really do wish we would.

I stared at Jenny's graceful hands move as she crafted the crane. Tucking and folding each piece carefully in place. I imagined what those hands could do, then quickly shook my head. Not now Ember, not now.

Jenny sat by the window, so when the sun came through, it reflected on her hair. It was like a little spotlight. Inviting me to come see the show.

Okay that was possibly the weirdest thing I could've gotten from that. Well that's going in the vault.

I shook my head a grabbed my compact mirror, checking to make sure my lipstick was okay. What? I like lipstick.

A couple of minutes went by as we finished our assignment. I tapped my glasses, in beat, to Youth by Troye Sivan. I love his music. And him.

In the corner of my eye I saw Jenny get up and make her way to turn in her paper. On her way by she placed something on my desk. What the hell?

Jenny turned her paper in and made her way back to her seat. I hadn't made any movements to grab the object on my desk, but I looked up at her in confusion. She gave me a small smile and nod of her head and say in her seat. I looked at the corner of my desk to inspect what she gave me.

A paper crane.

I looked back at Jenny, just to see her head down, looking at her phone. I blinked and gently picked up the little origami crane and turned it over in my hands.

I blushed and tried to cover my face. Why did she give one to me? Was she just messing with me? Yeah probably.

As I pulled the tale to make the wings flap, I smiled to myself. Placing the crane by my phone, I waited till the bell rang, signaling our leave.

I picked up all my stuff and made my way out of the classroom. Jenny stood picking up her things and I lingered by the door. Her back was toward me and her light brown hair cascaded down her back, like a waterfall. My eyes trailed down to her jeans. They were a maroon color and showed off the shape of her butt perfectly. Oh god.

Jenny turned around and walked toward the door, right where I was standing. I turned my head away and started to leave. When I looked back at her she was right beside me. I smiled at her and bit my lip. She nodded at me and as she walked past me our hands brushed and holy shit my hand went numb.

Pulling my hand away, I gasped and looked at her with wide eyes. Jenny just looked at me in confusion and went on her way to class. I sighed and massaged my temples as my feet slowly pulled me to my next class.

Really Ember? Really? This is pathetic. Just ask her out. It's not hard. You just ask her. But...

She probably doesn't like you. Let's be honest, of course she doesn't. I mean, look at me. I shook my head and entered my AP class, ready for hell.